“Stop what?” I say.
But Mab says, “Exactly. You’re right.”
“Right about what?” I say.
“We have to stop them. Don’t say who, Monday, I’m getting to that. We have to stop Belsum.”
I wait, but neither of them says anything else, so I ask, “Stop them from what?”
“Opening the plant,” says Mab. “Reopening the plant.”
“How can we?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” says Mab.
“We do not have a lawyer,” I inform them. “We do not have any money. We are just kids no one listens to.”
“So we won’t sue them, buy them, or convince them,” says Mab. “We’ll do it a different way.”
“What way?”
“Our way.”
“Oh. What is our way?”
“I don’t know,” Mab says again.
“If Mama cannot,” I say, “we cannot too.”
I put my hands over my ears, but I can still hear Mirabel tapping at her screen. Then her Voice says, “She is one. We are three.”
“And plus, we have River,” says Mab.
“We do?”
“Now that we’ve saved him, he owes us,” she says. “Mama and Russell and the lawsuit have never had that.”
“Had what?”
“A man on the inside.”
“River is not a man,” I inform her.
“You know what I mean.”
“Lie.”
“I’m saying River might have access to all sorts of things Mama and Russell don’t even know to look for.”
“He could sabotage his father from inside the house!” This is an exciting good idea, but Mab and Mirabel both laugh like I am making a joke. So I explain, “He could hide all his father’s shoes so he could not go to his meetings, or if he did go to his meetings he would be barefoot so no one would listen to him. He could hide the giant scissor because his father cannot reopen the plant without a ceremony and he cannot have a reopening ceremony without a giant scissor. If his grandfather comes to visit, River could hide a minor poison in his food so Duke Templeton could see how he likes it, and he would not like it and change his mind.”
“I was thinking more like next time River listened in on a conversation he could record it on his phone,” Mab says.
“My ideas are better.” It is not polite to brag, but it is objectively true that my ideas are better.
“Fine,” Mab says which means the opposite. “Let’s just say we need to consider all the ways we can use River and what we want him to do for us.”
“Why?” I am always asking why.
Mirabel types. “It’s our turn.”
I open my mouth to ask our turn to what, but Mab has guessed this already. “Our turn to fight, Monday. Look, Duke Templeton said they should be worried we’ll find it, and they have to do whatever they have to do before anyone realizes it.”
“But we do not know what ‘it’ it is,” I say.
“Lie,” Mirabel’s Voice says.
“We do know what ‘it’ it is,” Mab explains. “It is what Mama and Russell and all the people signed on to the suit have been looking for all these years. Proof. A smoking gun.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Because otherwise why is Duke Templeton so desperate to keep it out of our hands?”
“I do not know,” I say because I do not. “How will we get it?”
“We don’t know,” Mab says, “but we know it exists. That’s the important thing. Now all we have to do is find it.”
“That sounds hard,” I say.
“Truth,” says my sister’s Voice.
“Truth,” says my other sister’s voice. “Hard but not impossible.”
Three
Russell E. Russo, Esquire, knocked on lots of doors before Nora’s. Some people did not answer on principle; they did not open their doors to strangers wearing neckties. Some quietly or not-so-quietly closed the door in his face when he introduced himself. Some let him in and heard him out and deposited his card in the wastebasket before he’d finished backing out of their driveways. By the time Russell showed up, people in Bourne had a deep distrust of outsiders. But to be honest, people in Bourne were probably never going to be much for lawyers anyway. He kept saying he was here to help them, but why would he? If anyone were going to care, they’d have cared already. If strangers came when people were in need, they’d have come long ago. Since the answers were never honest, no one in Bourne was fool enough to ask the questions anymore.